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Crushed by Justice
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Crushed by Justice |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Drab Defeat Mocking Death he stole his shroud, Softly meek, Demands her be slow and loud, Yawning at her gray boredom She’s so weak, Eventually she’s done, Shakily standing accepts, Quiet voice, Shuttled out in shuffle steps, To be held for ninety days, Without choice, They’re going to mend her ways, But there is too great a crowd, Huddled there, Only noticed are the loud, Whom squeak the noisy wheel, They get care, But dignity they will steal From twelve in the space of eight, Huddled there, For destruction’s three month wait. This is her undoing, a minor crime got a sentence of 90 days in Prison, being poor, she could not escape. Cruelty The chairs got looks, No one touched the books, The dresser taken by crooks, Then dipped in rain brooks. The truck came at first light, All just sitting there overnight, Loaded up and taken from sight, New door lock shining bright. Returning to a complete eviction, Finalized the total destruction. After Jail, time had run out on her eviction, released to nothing but scraps of paper For Restoration Crumbled with a soul fractured wide, No place to run to or hide, All that’s owned is sitting there Cloth, skin, muscle, blood and hair. Homeless in light and darkness, Hopeless to the world’s great mess, Unloved, undone, and unshared, Forgotten to those who cared. Begin wondering the streets, Invisible never meets, Slate and mind is now wiped clean, Forgot is everything seen. A life now simply stated, Notice: all things vacated. Realization of a plight gone even worse Sitting Unaware Sitting there Unaware in a puddle of puZzled parts she rambles through unmatched edges contemplating the outcome Unwary with eyes blurry, staring there Across stormed streets still steaming Black market washes corners making completion impossible, Trying to steal her mind focused, on picking up the pieces moistened by the rain, pain now swirls toward the drain, she notices nothing. what can a body do, with just the clothes on the back Gloom so I ended this story, based on real life event, although a few liberties were taken, mostly this is how it happened |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
How incredibly sad, and sadly a similar refrain is sung so many times. I sometimes think if we look to man for justice we are looking in the wrong place. Having served on 2 juries, I'm still not sure that justice prevailed in either case. This was a wonderfully sensitive story. I only wish it had been fictional. Kacy |
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Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
Excellent!! <<< Clapping>>> I see this daily.... sadder yet with children... Lets all open our eyes.. there is NO us and them Thank You |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Midnitesun, Reality is harsh, and unfortunate, I can but hope to record it effective in my words, Thank you, Zinsser, It seems that suffering is everywhere, Glad you liked my words Gloom |
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